The Manipulated

This is the beginning of my death
Within the mindscape searching eternally
I stumble across an answer lost inside the folds of time

There is a channel that will reveal God

The truth comes with a price
A human being should never obtain
Sacrificing morality
My sanity
To what end
To what fucking end

The beginning a means to an end
We relive our traumas over and over again
Unknowingly we still long to live
Each cycle wrought with sin

There is a channel that will reveal God

Manipulated by the light
Manipulated by the dark

Driven by sin yet longs for repentance

Emptiness now fills the abyss
But how can nothingness take a form
Emptiness now fills the abyss
But how can nothingness take a form